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I am a portal to Chapter 9

☆、Self-written program

Tracking the last sent location information on the smart program is actually not very useful. It can at most prove that the program slipped to this place and delete the tracking, but it does not mean that the program has been staying on that machine waiting for someone to find it.

What's more, this location is no longer in Huaxia.

I suggested to Zhang Quan to go to Li Feng’s office computer to have a look. Zhang Quan smiled wryly: “I’ve seen it, formatted it, everything is gone, I’ve tried my best to restore it, but there’s still no information.”

Wang Jing, the leader of the technical team, stood beside him silently.

I said, "It went back?"

"I don't know," Wang Jing sighed, "We can't find it."

Zhang Quandao: "The worst case is that it has already returned to that research institute in the United States."

"It's already a finished product," I murmured.

Wang Jing frowned: "If, I said, if the United States wants to put it into the network and control all network systems in the fastest way, what will it do?"

I suddenly thought of the answer, looked up at Wang Jing in amazement, and blurted out at the same time: "Root server."

There are thirteen root servers in the world, ten in the United States, one main root and nine auxiliary roots. If you do something casually, the global network will be paralyzed-now artificial intelligence is in their hands.

Zhang Quan thought for a while, but also shuddered. However, he is not a computer major after all. After thinking about it, he cautiously asked for advice: "Then how can we not be monitored?"

I said, "No Internet access."

Wang Jing said: "No electronic equipment."

Zhang Quan took a deep breath, walked to the side, stroked the stack of physical code files and remained silent.

Wang actually fumbled in his pockets for cigarettes, found one and put it in his mouth, but couldn't find a fire, so he just stared blankly with a cigarette in his mouth.

I asked him, "Is there any other way?"

Wang Jing shook his head, then suddenly remembered something, rushed back to his office and took out a laptop, and asked me while turning it on, "Has your father ever talked to you about that smart language?"

"No," I said with a frown, "I researched it after he showed it to me, and watched a video."

"What video?" Wang Jing asked me casually as she tapped her fingers on the desktop impatiently and waited for the background program to open.

The light bulb on my head "ding" and remembered: "I don't remember if I deleted it, I will go back and look for it."

After memorizing the program, I burned all the paper materials and formatted the computer, and it is impossible to restore it now.The people from Guoan held my computer and studied for three days, and recovered more than 30.00% of the data files—no video.

I had to describe them myself.

Wang Jing's original idea was to use this video to lure the smart program back, but now I have deleted the video to nothing, which makes him very discouraged.

I asked him why he had to trust an intelligent program to come back and risk being caught for a video.

Wang Jing told me with certainty: "Look, according to the situation you got at the time, this program didn't even generate a complete database and data structure by itself, and it has chosen to put its own birth video in the core program. Partially self-contained - it takes this stuff very seriously."

I suddenly thought: "In this case, wouldn't it be good to just make a new video?"

Wang Jing was stunned, and said, "Can you remember all the content of this video?"

"No," I said frankly, "but we can write a program in this language and record the birth of this program. Li Daitao froze."

"Impossible!" Wang Jing said: "This kind of intelligent program is too big, even if we want to write it, it will take a long time. What's more, you are the only one who is proficient in this language. When we finish writing, it will already be Split yourself into pieces and hide them on different commercial website platforms, even if you want to find them, it will be impossible at that time.”

"No, no," I interrupted him: "We don't need to write a complete intelligent program. For making a video, it is enough as long as it can realize language communication and be 'born' like the original video."

Wang Jing was silent, and shook his head and laughed after a long while: "You are too courageous - but you can try. But we can provide very little help, after all, you are most familiar with this language - if you are asked to write alone, you need for how long?"

I thought for a while: "Less than two days."

Wang couldn't believe it: "So fast?!"

"I wrote an intelligent program for experiments, and the code I memorized contains this part of the command content-you haven't seen it yet?" I asked in surprise.

"No." Wang Jing shook his head and looked at me with interest: "We only understand the content of the first eleven paragraphs."

I also couldn't believe it: "I gave you the C language version!"

Wang Jing sighed: "The problem is that these two languages ​​are different. The C language version is obviously complicated and long-winded... I read seventeen or eighteen lines before I read an original command."

I am speechless.

Zhou Qichong would not understand my behavior—it was like he expected me, a computer student, to repair his mobile phone.According to him, since the situation is so bad, simply send someone to the United States to blow up all those root servers.I told him that this kind of violent and stupid method will only cause the global network to become a dead dog. As long as the United States finds an excuse to repair it and do a good job, the content on his computer will be spread all over the world in two days.

He doesn't understand, but he doesn't get in my way.

I disassembled the experimental program I wrote before, including the intelligent part of the "angel" that was installed on the Arima Firewall, and studied it. Sometimes when I have no idea, I will talk to him for a while, and I can continue after clarifying my thoughts.

Since I only need this program to complete language self-generation and correction, I wrote it very quickly-but the problem is stuck in the part of the program that realizes human-computer interaction.

After all, I can't completely restore it, and the program I wrote is really not the same as the original program.

The program I wrote can already complete language search and comparison feedback by itself - this is the part of the code that I have memorized, but it is not actually expressed by searching various languages, it is not parrot - I remember very clearly, at the time When the program on the video was translating pictograms such as Chinese, there was a generation error.

But it quickly corrected itself.

That's what struck me at first -- this is a real artificial intelligence program that makes mistakes and corrects itself.

Humans are fallible and self-correcting, and when a program can do the same, its anthropomorphism reaches its peak—making mistakes and correcting means it learns, grows, and renews itself.

If it is not allowed to make a mistake in the expression of Chinese characters, the entire video will be full of loopholes.

At this time, Zhou Qichong, a layman, gave me another suggestion: "Isn't a mistake a virus? You let it get a virus and kill it yourself."

Sometimes I really don't know whether Zhou Qichong really doesn't understand or not - but he is smart, there is no doubt about it.

Write some virus to the program and insert it, and then let it change back by itself. This is the direction I should work hard now.

A series of algorithms such as permutations and combinations can be used to solve this problem.

I took the source code of the DUSKTREESYSTEM I found before and translated it in an intelligent language, added the code of the suspected learning program to the program I just wrote, and then added the source code of the intelligent program written by myself A small virus program was installed.

I selected a part of the program and started to run it.

This part is the computational part.After the program runs, an error appears soon: "1+1=0".

It's easy to make a mistake, and I wait with bated breath to see if it can be corrected.

"Search data."

"check for errors."

The program ran step by step, and after a while, when I was almost disappointed, a line of words jumped out on the screen:

"1+1=2".

It quickly checked the background code. After a bunch of program algorithms were completed, the final conclusion appeared: "1+1=2", "The correction is complete, and this error will be recorded."

I was so happy that I almost jumped out of my chair, quickly ended the program, recorded the code and improved it, and then ran it again.

"1+1=2".

The program carefully calculated again, and then unexpectedly jumped out a line more than the last time: "Find the cause of the error."

Soon, another line of words appeared: "An error code was found in the program, which caused an error, and the record was deleted."

It was a surprise.

I restarted the program again and put the same virus in. This time, the program quickly and positively gave the answer: "1+1=2".When I opened the code to check again, the virus program had been deleted.

This means that it is impossible for the same virus to enter the program again.

The learning ability of the intelligent program is much stronger than I imagined, and all the big problems can be solved at once. I am very happy to ask Zhou Qichong to have a look.

As a result, Zhou Qichong watched me several times after I replaced various viruses and let the program delete it by itself, and asked in surprise: "Okay, are you molesting it?"

I couldn't laugh or cry: "Where is the point?!——It will correct itself, look, look——"

I changed another virus and asked the program to correct the error by itself. After the error was corrected, the program suddenly jumped out with a sentence: "The number of errors has reached the upper limit. It is suspected that an intrusion attack was caused."

The next second, my computer screen went black.

Zhou Qichong burst into laughter: "I'm not happy anymore."

I restarted the computer with a dark face, checked the code carefully, killed a few viruses, and tried to run the program again, but the program could no longer run on this computer——

"Device has been blacklisted."

Zhou Qichong mocked: "See? People also have tempers."

I said angrily: "I didn't write an order for it to fight back! And what blacklist—I didn't set one at all!"

Zhou Qichong laughed: "Wouldn't that be better? Don't you think it's very smart? A child should avoid the pit next time when he walks and wrestles."

I have to say that Zhou Qichong's persuasion was very effective. I threw up my hand and surrendered, and changed to another machine to continue writing the rest of the program.

At midnight, the procedure was completed, and Zhou Qichong was so sleepy that he fell asleep and passed out. I happily jumped over and shook him awake: "Three months!"

Zhou Qichong opened his eyes blankly: "Huh?"

I felt that I was too excited, so I gave a "cough", straightened up and said expressionlessly, "I'm done."

Zhou Qichong didn't seem to wake up at all, he casually pulled me over and hugged me: "Well, go to sleep."

The author has something to say: Why do I think the smart program is a little cute...

☆, Li Daitao stiff

After the smart program was handed over to Guoan, the rest of the video recording went smoothly. When expressing hieroglyphs, the smart program made an error again—but that was all. I can go to the Academia Sinica to decide.

The rest is Li Daitao stiff and fishing.

The news of "Huayu captures a mysterious video on the Internet" became very popular under the help of Guoan.

"As long as the probability of network crawling is reached, it will definitely look at it," Wang Jing vowed: "This is its program defect - we have taken over the network background, as long as it comes in, it is impossible to leave when it is disconnected from the external network. "

"Caught it, will you delete it?" I asked.

Wang actually paused and did not speak.

I am a little disappointed—I know that such a program has great research and utilization value—from a rational point of view, it is understandable that Guoan left the intelligent program for continued research and experiments; emotionally, I cannot accept the continued existence of this program go down.

Zhou Qichong knew that I was in a bad mood, but he didn't give any advice. He just asked me, "Okay, what do you think your father gave you the program for?"

"Delete it." I said impatiently.

Zhou Qichong spread his hands: "This is just your own speculation. I guess he just knew that there was an insider in Guoan at that time, and he hoped that you could hand over this procedure to Guoan at the most appropriate time."

I knew what he said was probably true, but I was still out of breath, so I touched his chin and grabbed the knife on the table to shave him, threatening him to shut up.

Zhou Qichong was experienced in many battles, with the knife dangling in front of his eyes, without moving his eyebrows, he said casually: "This is trust, now, you see, the duty of soldiers is to obey orders, and sometimes we go out on missions just to succeed in this mission , not caring about the cause and effect - because we trust our country."

I thought of him lying unconscious in the pale room, and shivered involuntarily.Zhou Qichong seemed to realize what I was thinking, and helped me gather my collar: "Your father is also, he trusts this country, so he is willing to hide for so long, so he will also let you hand over the procedure to Guoan - he doesn't care about Guoan What will be done with this program - he trusts Huaxia."

I didn't speak for a long time. After taking a deep breath, I squeezed the back of the knife and patted his face. I squinted my eyes and asked, "What else do you want to say?"

Zhou Qichong looked at the silver reflection on the blade, and said seriously: "Of course, they don't care about your feelings at all, it's wrong."

Satisfied, I put down the knife: "Very well, you are allowed to shave with a normal blade."

Zhou Qichong patted my head: "Are you happier?"

"It's okay." I leaned on the sofa and stared at the ceiling boredly, my eyes were in a daze.

Zhou Qichong said: "Don't think about it, I'm leaving in two months."

"Only two months?" I asked.

Zhou Qichong hooked my finger and shook it, and the silver ring drew a beautiful arc of light in the sunlight.

He began to change the subject: "What do you want to do?"

I thought about it, and said with a smirk: "Go to the Sahara? Don't you want to be a savage there?"

This was Zhou Qichong's dream when he was in high school. Ever since he watched a documentary at a class event, he was fascinated by the yellow sand and wild animals there. He once wrote an essay saying that his dream was to exile himself to wander in the desert.

Zhou Qichong said shamelessly: "That was in the past, now I have to support a family, how can I still go to that kind of place."

I encouraged him: "Of course you can go, remember to take a photo every day to tell me that you are still alive."

He squeezed my leg: "Well, anyway, you high-achieving students just like to stay at home—waiting to get your body recuperated," he said, rubbing my stomach with raised eyebrows: "When the time comes Take you to see the aurora."

"Aurora? What's so good about that?" I disagreed: "It's bright and dazzling, why not—"

"—It's better to lie at home and sleep well." Zhou Qichong continued.

I took his hand away with a smile, and retorted: "It's true, I haven't slept well for a long time."

Zhou Qichong frowned, showing some distressed expression: "What are you thinking about? - Tossing and turning at night."

I pursed my lips and denied, "I didn't think about anything, I just couldn't sleep."

Zhou Qichong let out a "hmm", stood up and went to the medicine cabinet: "You won't buy sleeping pills again, will you?"

"No." I was a little annoyed that he was always clinging to this matter: "You look it up yourself, and I'll take your surname from a piece of it."

"You have my surname from the beginning," Zhou Qichong said while opening several medicine bottles for inspection: "Zhou Shen's."

I let out a "huh": "It's hard for you to remember how to arrange the names."

Zhou Qichong rummaged through the box and checked the sleeping pills for a long time, and finally stopped and went to wash his hands to make fruit, while giving me a suggestion: "Haven't you thought about counting sheep?"

I squatted in the basket next to the refrigerator looking for the fruit I wanted to eat, and refused without looking up: "I counted it, it's useless."

Zhou Qichong said: "How could it be useless!"

I said angrily: "The rhythm is wrong!"

Zhou Qichong wondered: "What rhythm do you want? What's wrong with it, just count it along? You're not a primary school student, so is there any upper limit to numbers?"

I was forced by him to blurt out: "You are not breathing properly!"

The sound of the water stopped, Zhou Qichong wiped his hands, and looked at me with great interest: "Wait a minute," he whistled a little naughty, and said "Hey" with a smile: "Okay, count me breathe?"

"Who counts your breathing!" I became angry and finished in one breath: "It's quiet! You breathe long and short! How can I sleep?!"

Zhou Qichong stopped laughing, and looked at me quietly for a while: "What are you worried about? It's gone—I'm fine, really."

I stood silently for a while, then sighed dejectedly: "I don't know."

Zhou Qichong sat me down without saying a word, and peeled an apple for me.

He peeled it so hard that most of the flesh was removed—I kind of wished the apple was for himself.

The apple was still handed to me. Zhou Qichong played with the fruit knife and asked again casually: "Okay, what are you worried about?"

I couldn't swallow the apple, so when he questioned me, I had to answer slowly: "I'm just afraid that you will stop breathing sometime."

I feel that I am hypocritical enough - but since Zhou Qichong was injured last time, I realized that it is far from enough for the two of us to be willing and hoping to be together.

There are too many uncontrollable factors.

The bullet was only a little short of his heart, and I feel a little bit earned when I look at him now.

What made me anxious was that the unease didn't lessen as he healed—by the time I decided to stay for another three months, I knew we were stuck again.The road in the forbidden zone is too difficult. When I look back now, I can’t believe that I have walked here before, and then I look at the front blankly, but I only feel that the closer I get to the end, the more flustered I become.

I'm pinning all my hopes on leaving in three months.

If you leave after three months, what if you don't last for three months?

The deadline left me both longing and trembling.

In fact, from the beginning of his marriage, to Jiang Feng's sacrifice, to the time when he almost went to see my father... One thing after another, nothing made me feel at ease.Now, in only three months, I can leave and be liberated. I am afraid that if I make a wrong step, all previous efforts will be wasted and I will not be able to enter the desired ending.

I'm afraid one of the two of us won't be able to wait to go first.

This kind of mood is probably similar to feeling timid near the hometown.

Zhou Qichong comforted me and said: "It will be fine, your father is going deep into the enemy's rear, and we are just busy here." He did two chest expansion exercises to prove that he has recovered.

I pulled the corners of my mouth and smiled.

He was silent for a while, then asked me: "Would you like to visit Lin...Jon?"

"No more," I sighed, "I wish I was thinking too much."

I looked at Zhou Qichong, he was tearing the plastic packaging of a plate of yogurt with a straw in his mouth and squinting his eyes, his feet were up and down, obviously he didn't take this matter to heart at all.

My mood calmed down, I bit an apple and leaned against him lazily in a daze.

When the phone rang harshly, I almost fell asleep in a daze, and Zhou Qichong answered the phone.I felt that he was holding my head with his hands and gently placing it on the pillow, so I walked over to pick it up quickly, with a slightly surprised voice.

The next second, I heard him say softly: "Well, he's not here."

I seemed to realize something subtle, and immediately jumped up from the sofa to grab the phone: "Hello?"

The smart program was hooked, and now it is locked in the internal network and rampaging.

When I hung up the phone, I looked around for Zhou Qichong. He stood at the door, tossing the car keys to change shoes in a bored way. When he saw me passing by, he asked me, "Would you like to go?"

Of course go.

When I was on the road, I felt that this smart program is actually a bit tragic. I am willing to take such a big risk to watch a birth video that I know has a 90.00% chance of being a trap.

Zhou Qichong speculated that the intelligent program is logically still a program, it should be more rational and not have such a big attachment - this is probably an "emotion" set by my father.

This kind of relationship is probably like a "baby bird plot".

He commented: "Your father is bad enough, the program should be a good program, and he even designed a relationship for others, and he immediately has a weakness."

His idea is very reasonable, but this setting is probably not emotional, but Jiang Feng has set an order for the program to forcibly capture and detect network data.But this kind of command is very tasteless for an artificial intelligence that can renew itself, because it will soon find that this kind of command is not suitable for its self-growth, and then delete these commands by itself.

Fortunately, we used these commands before it grew up.

The commands written by Jiang Feng have always been very appropriate and practical - such as this mandatory command, such as the one I found after he gave me the core code, which is the command to track the termination of the program.

Now, I'm going to finish what he didn't do.

The author has something to say: The countdown to the finale……………

☆, mutant regeneration

When we came to Guoan, people from the technical department were busy rushing in and out.Wang Jing didn't have time to talk to us, and was pointing the two of them to scan the database again——

"How could it not be! Look for it!"

I saw him stroking his hair irritably, obviously in a very bad mood, so instead of going up to him and asking him, I went to Zhang Quan, who was obviously in a hurry and had nothing to do: "I can't find it again?"

Zhang Quan smiled wryly: "The siren has sounded. It must have been on the intranet."

Now that the alarm has sounded, it is impossible to escape, but it cannot be found on the intranet.I immediately relaxed when I heard the words, and I was even in the mood to tease him: "Why don't you do anything?"

Zhang Quan looked at me helplessly, and Zhou Qichong obviously understood, interrupted and complained: "Hey, how did you say that poem? That little boy told the person who asked for directions that his master is in this mountain..."

"That's 'only in this mountain, the clouds are deep'." I corrected.

Zhou Qichong leaned lazily on the door and smiled: "It will take a long time for them to find it, why not us..."

He was talking when the phone rang suddenly.Zhou Qichong took out his mobile phone and glanced at the screen of the mobile phone. His brows were raised, he walked to the side to answer the phone, and came back 2 minutes later. He said helplessly, "Let me find a place, and I'll be back later."

There are few bags on my clothes today, so I gave him my mobile phone. Hearing this, I walked over and took out my mobile phone from his bag, and waved my hand at him: "No need to come back, I will go home directly."

Zhou Qichong tapped my forehead with his index finger and walked out quickly.

The people in the technical team were searching their database. I stood at the door to avoid suspicion and didn't go in. I just wanted to stand for a while and leave.This matter looks like it's about to be resolved, and I even pinch my phone to book a flight in advance.

Zhang Quan mocked: "What are you doing so far away? How many things in the database have you read?"

I smiled awkwardly, and sat at the place farthest from the door to clarify my innocence: "I didn't, no, um, the firewall here is pretty good."

Zhang Quan didn't bother with this issue any more, he let out a long sigh of relief: "This matter is over, I will have a long vacation."

He looked relaxed—in fact, if my father was still alive, he would be about the same age as him, but he has an easy-going personality, so I don't feel like facing an elder to him.

So I asked him curiously, "How old is your child?"

Zhang Quan laughed: "I'm not married yet."

I froze, then looked at him with complicated eyes, not knowing what to say.

Perhaps because he realized that the incident was coming to an end, Zhang Quan showed a rare expression of not being so calm and composed, and shuffled over to sit beside me: "It's nothing, many people here are like this."

I unconsciously picked the ring on the base of my finger, feeling stunned.

Zhang Quan observed carefully, and soon congratulated me: "Congratulations."

I want to change the subject: "Thank you - you said before that my dad knows about Zhou Qichong?"

"I know," Zhang Quan said calmly, "He checked all eighteen generations of Zhou Qichong's ancestors, and he confirmed that there is no genetic disease."

I looked at him sideways, dumbfounded, and he also laughed: "Well, he was angry, but then he told me to forget it, he has no right to control you."

I felt a little astringent in my heart, and fell silent for a while.

"He said it was his fault. After all, he didn't care about you for so many years." Zhang Quandao: "He told me at the time, if you ask me someday in the future, let me tell you, live a good life."

I bit my lip and lost my voice.

After a long time, I said, "I don't think it was wrong, and I didn't blame him. My mother told me that he is a good man."

Zhang Quan showed a clear look: "Well, I just went to be a good person and a good deed."

I was so blocked that I was neither crying nor laughing, so I had to say yes.

Zhang Quan seemed to be in a good mood, obviously because he might be getting a long vacation soon, so after expressing his rare sense of humor, he got up happily to leave.

There was a sudden commotion inside the door: "Here!! Block A is disconnected!"

"Go away!" Wang Jing's roar came out, accompanied by the sound of a bunch of people pushing and shoving: "Everyone go back and sit down!"

A few seconds later, Wang Jing rushed out in disheveled clothes, apparently because they were too crowded.He grabbed his hair and yelled at me: "Come over and see if it's right—Xiao Liu is going to get the materials!"

I was so excited that I jumped up from my seat, hurriedly followed him into the operating room, bypassed a supercomputer, and looked at the processor in the middle.

However, before our footsteps stepped into the console, someone shouted: "The data in District 13 is wrong! Someone deleted it for an intrusion!"

As the man spoke, he frantically tried to stop and recover.

"Data in District 2 has been deleted!"

"There is an anomaly in District 11."

……

Just for a moment, before I could react, everyone became flustered.After a while of noise, everyone operated with a dignified expression, as if there was no time to speak, only the sound of keyboard and mouse was left in disorder.

Wang Jing swears a dirty word, and while asking people to deal with it, he drags me to the computer, points to a bunch of codes and asks, "Is it?"

I scanned the code at ten lines at a glance, and suddenly said: "No!"

Wang was furious: "What's wrong! It can only be it!"

I was very anxious, pointing to a line of code and said: "This sentence! - It has no such usage at all! This is the language habit of JA|VA!"

However, Wang Jing didn't seem to listen at all, and shouted at me with a flushed face: "Get out! Get out!"

Zhang Quan came to pull me, and as soon as he quickly exited the operating room, the door was closed with a "bang".

I spoke to Zhang Quan very fast: "The code is wrong! It's not that program! I'm sure."

Zhang Quan's expression turned ugly: "I know, Team Leader Wang is impatient—he's been counting on this for a long time—forgive him, the question now is, is that smart program really still on the intranet?"

I froze, my mind started to run quickly, I went through the matter carefully, and my heart suddenly jumped: "No, no, it probably isn't there."

I said: "There are so many data areas that have problems at the same time, and all the computers have been disconnected and searched, but we can't find it-we think it is too simple! It is estimated that the access to the Guoan Intranet is only its branch. It might even be just a disguise for it."

While we were talking, a few more people walked quickly into the operating room.

Zhang Quan frowned silently as they walked over while talking to each other in a low voice, and sighed: "This time things have exploded, and these are almost all technicians."

The data in the reservoir area was deleted, and while everyone was waiting to fish, the smart program slapped Guoan hard.

No wonder the king was so angry.

This is not because the national security capabilities are weak, but because China's current understanding of intelligent programs is not complete, and it is not vigilant enough for the attack forms and defense methods it can adopt.

However, it is artificial intelligence after all—even if it was bound by Jiang Feng's few mandatory orders for a while, it has grown rapidly to the point where self-protection awareness far exceeds the source code instructions.

Another brush with the intelligent program.

I was almost overwhelmed by the huge sense of loss and bewilderment, but now the national security technicians are still busy fighting the virus left by the intelligent program, trying to prevent its crazy damage to the database and try to restore these materials.

how to find it

If it fails this time, the smart program will probably update itself soon. Is there any way to stop it?

Zhang Quan reminded me that when I answered the phone, my mind was so crazy that I had already screened several large-scale commercial official websites, and I was going to try to find it in the most stupid way all over the world.

"That's it," Zhou Qichong's voice on the other end of the phone seemed urgent: "I'm in the control room of the central tower. The power here was cut off just now. They found a program file, but it hasn't been activated yet. Let me read it to you— —”

My fingers trembled every time he read a letter. Zhang Quanli squinted at me and didn't know if he heard it.

I simply put on the speakerphone and typed the letters into the memo as he read them one by one.

A few minutes later, Zhou Qichong finished reading a piece of code, and said softly, "This file seems to be incomplete, no wonder it can't run..."

In a flash of light, I suddenly thought of something and shouted: "Don't open the network! It's it, it must have encountered a power outage when it was split and hidden! The rest of the part has no time to transmit completely!"

Zhou Qichong's voice became serious: "Are you sure?"

"Yes!" I said, and asked again: "What is the IP address there?"

Zhou Qichong quickly reported the numbers to me, and I calculated with the simple calculator on my mobile phone, and sent him nearly a hundred IP addresses: "These few, find someone to check, other parts of the program are likely to be in these places ——How big is the program file in your place?"

"A G, probably, a little more." Zhou Qichong replied.

I broke out in a cold sweat: "It's the main body, and its database is probably there too! Don't open the Internet," I warned again: "We'll be here right away."

I hung up the phone and looked at Zhang Quan. Zhang Quan was reporting the content of my call just now to two people who looked like supervisors, and asked for a few technicians to go there together.

They gathered their heads together and talked in a low voice. The two of them glanced at me, then lowered their heads to continue the discussion.Finally, Zhang Quan sighed and said, "I hope so."

Those two people left, and Zhang Quan came over: "There is no manpower available now. They said that since they are already trapped there, there is no more urgency than this side, and they are still looking for people here."

Although I was anxious, I also knew that I couldn't say more.After all, the crisis of the database is of great importance, and if they are not trusted internal technicians, no matter how skilled they are, they cannot be transferred to fight defensively and have close contact with the data to restore the inventory.

Artificial intelligence also needs to be kept secret, but compared to the desperation here, it can be clearly prioritized.

Zhang Quan drove me to the central tower.

Martial law was imposed outside the electricity tower, and the special police stood with guns. Zhou Qichong waved at us from a distance, told a few people about the situation, and led us in.

When I walked into the operating room of the center, I saw two staff members being invited out by the special police. While asking worried questions, the two took out their mobile phones and scratched on the screen.

When I looked at them, I always felt that something was wrong, and I was about to walk into the control room without stopping, but as soon as my shoulder brushed against one of them, I suddenly realized something, grabbed those two people and asked urgently: "Are you surfing the Internet? "

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One of them looked up at me inexplicably: "Yeah, what's the matter?"

Every muscle in my body tenses up—surfing the Internet at a place like the central radio tower is like turning on an unlimited hotspot.

Originally, trapping the artificial intelligence on a single machine was like a stroke of luck, but now we can only hope that the machine that traps the program has a lower technical content.

But this kind of prayer is obviously too far-fetched